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A to Z Theme 2016

For my 2016 A to Z theme I used a meme that I ran across on the blog of Bridget Straub who first saw it on the blog of Paula Acton. This meme is a natural for me to use on my memoir blog. It's an A to Z concept and it's about me. No research and nothing complicated. I'm given twenty six questions or topics to discuss that are about me.

In April I kept my posts short and uncomplicated. In the midst of it all you might learn a few things about me that you didn't previously know.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Acceptance

In some ways I was a pretty shy kid. It was not always easy for me to get close to other kids and make friends, but I wasn't the only one like that. Many of us would go to school and quietly make it through the day well behaved and striving for the good grades to please our parents.

When I was in the fifth grade, I was living in San Diego. This would have been in 1961, a tense time in the United States as we were in the cold war stand off with the communists. We kids didn't worry too much about the threat of war. The monthly air raid siren tests at noon, the duck and cover drills at school, and the war talk on television were just another part of life and didn't stop us from being kids.

That school year Eddy's family moved onto the street where my family lived. They moved in about seven houses down from ours. Eddy was the only boy in this family and he had three sisters. His older sister was a normal enough looking girl and didn't look anything like her siblings. Eddy and his two younger sisters were small and almost frail and sickly looking. All the kids were very intelligent and, like me, quiet and reserved.

Perhaps that's why Eddy and I hit it off so well. I passed by his house on the way to school and it was not long that we became walking buddies to school and back home at the end of the day. But there was one problem--not for me, but for some of the other kids in our class. Eddy did not pledge allegiance to the flag for religious reasons. He became tagged as a communist by some of the other kids.

For a while some of the more bully-like boys, mild by today's standards, but bullies nevertheless, began trailing behind us taunting Eddy about being a communist. I was a little afraid, but as long as I was by Eddy's side they only teased from a distance. Eddy had become one of my best friends and I accepted him for what I saw in him and the way he treated me. It was a mutual acceptance and our friendship grew stronger.

Eventually the bullies must have tired of harassing me and Eddy and it all stopped. Visiting Eddy at his house I learned about his interest in photography and film developing, radio building, and other scientific pursuits. To me he was like a genius and his knowledge fascinated me.

We remained friends until seventh grade, at which time my family moved to the Chicago area. In his last letter to me he informed me that his family moved to Costa Mesa, California. His last letter was our last correspondence. I never wrote back. I was bad about things like that.

So, Edward Ross--I'm guessing that is what you go by now--I'm sorry that I didn't keep in touch. You were a good friend to me and I think of you often.

"Love is blind" goes the old saying. When we can look past some of the things that might seem different, weird, or not in the norms of society, we can learn to accept others and begin to love them as friends. Those friendships are sometimes difficult to find and it's a shame when we let them slip away.

A beautiful story, one any of us this age can relate to. I had Catholic friends who stopped before the end of the Lords Prayer, and a few non Christian friends...how hard things were for them..and those of us that friended them. I'm troubled everytime I read on blogs or facebook that we must "get back" to values and recite the pledge every morning in school. And love it or leave it. Narrow minded people. Perhaps you could find your friend through facebook or doing some research on the net.

Before the day is out, I might get around to adding another blog to the challenge...but don't know. Just learned how to do the hyper link I asked you about on one of your other blogs.

Wonder whatever happened to him? That was so great of you to stick by him esp. in those times. He has such a common name; I bet he'd be hard to find now. I wonder what he remembers about that time period?

MJ -- Who knows? If he googles his name he might find this. I've had other people locate me through my blog posts.

Sandy -- Actually I have searched for this friend through various means and have not yet found him.

LD -- Sometimes we don't recognize friendships until those people are beyond our reach.

Susan -- Yeah, I won't feel guilt--we were both in middle school at the time and probably too busy with young people things. But still.

JoJo -- The commonness of his name is what I discovered when I searched on the internet for him. I supposed if I really searched hard enough and actually made contact with some of the names I might be able to find him.

Maybe it's an age thing, Arlee, to think back on the people who've filled our lives with friendship. Of course you were to young to tell him how much your friendship with him meant, but your actions no doubt spoke louder than words and gave him acceptance as well. Great post, thank you!

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